Class Expansion Pack: Nine Hells!

Storm Highlands, Bator City.

This city was built by the Tiefling more than a decade ago, and it was one of the earliest territories of the Embers of the Burned Empire. But times have changed, and this once rather simple city has been completely transformed.

The Bator City has expanded several times in size, with towering and orderly buildings standing in the city. The grotesque and lifelike carvings on the walls and eaves still reveal the infernal style inherited by the Tiefling family.

Outside the city, there are steam train stations from the south. The classical purgatory aesthetics of the Tiefling combine with the industrial style of the empire, creating a rather peculiar chemical reaction.

The Bator City was bustling with people. Its Bator City had reached 50,000, making it a relatively large city within the empire.

Nearly 40% of the residents here are Tiefling, but there is also a mix of humans, Hobgoblin, Ogre, Half-orc, and of course, countless players who are not included in the statistics.

Located on Storm Highlands, the area outside the city features diverse terrain, intense elemental reactions, and is home to many ferocious and violent monsters. There have even been incidents of railway tracks being destroyed. Therefore, this area has become an excellent place for new players to accept quests and gain experience.

This time, however, even more players are heading towards Bator City in a massive wave, coming from the ground, from the sky, and across space.

Bator City, at the steam train station platform, accompanied by a slight tremor in the ground, the steel behemoth first appeared on the horizon, galloping across the wasteland, and then slowly pulled into the platform, emitting a loud whistle.

"Waaah—"

"We have arrived at Bator City Station. Passengers, please remember His Majesty's kindness and disembark in an orderly manner."

The attendant's clear voice echoed throughout the carriage, but as soon as the doors opened, passengers rushed out in a frenzy, like a surging tide.

"Charge!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! If you're late, there won't be any left!"

"Lao Wang, you're Fighter, strong and healthy, quickly make way for me!"

"Those veteran players can fly and teleport, while we newbies can only come by car. We're already way behind, we have to race against time!"

"Damn, there are so many people here. If I had known, I wouldn't have cared about the experience points and would have just killed myself and teleported here."

"You guys can just block me here, I'm going to fly straight in!" The mage player sneered, tore off the Flight Spell scroll in his hand, and his body instantly became as light as the wind, his feet leaving the ground.

Suddenly, he let out a scream, "Ah! Which bastard ambushed me!"

On the ground, a thief player threw out a rope, which accurately looped around the leg of the player who was flying up, and yanked him down hard.

"Get down here!"

"Damn, it's a black beast!"

[Black Night Poem] After drinking the speed-enhancing elixir and wiping his mouth, he moved with lightning speed, weaving through the crowd like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he was at the very front.

"Hahaha, you'll all be eating my exhaust fumes!"

The Fighter player tilted his head back and downed a whole bottle of Berserk Potion without hesitation. Instantly, with a crisp "rip" sound, his exaggerated muscles ripped his clothes.

"Aaaaaah! Anyone who blocks my way shall die!"

His eyes were bloodshot as he pushed aside everything in front of him and ran wildly with an unstoppable momentum.

Druid players can also summon a variety of animals such as wolves, pheasants, and brown bears to surround themselves and clear a path.

Immediately, chaos erupted around the platform, turning it into a veritable "battlefield" as all players vied to be the first to enter the Bator City.

In the VIP compartment of the steam train, Baron Ekemon, the former captain of the Tiefling Guard, who was returning to Bator City to visit relatives, looked out the window with a look of utter annoyance.

He stared at the players frantically rushing out of the carriage, a look of utter disbelief on his face.

"Keosius above, what on earth is wrong with these Starfallers this time?"

As a veteran of the Imperial People who Tiefling Guard a decade ago and has been outwitting and outmaneuvering players for years, Ekemon was used to it all but powerless to do anything about it, and could only sigh deeply.

"Sigh, let's lay low for a while and go home later. It won't make a difference if we wait a little longer."

According to the Empire's standards, the "Long Live the Empire" train normally carries 600 passengers, but this train was carrying nearly 2,000 people, and the vast majority of the passengers were players.

They racked their brains and used all sorts of methods. Some crowded inside the train, some lay on the roof, and some even hung on the sides of the carriage, turning themselves into attachments to the train.

Players riding Wyvern soared through the sky, while those riding Worg raced across the land. Several Space Rift appeared outside the city as players arrived from all corners of the empire. Their purpose was clear and unambiguous, and there was only one goal—the class expansion pack: The Bator's Nine Hells!

Just hours ago, the Imperial government posted notices in various cities, conveying the message to players: Go to Bator City, and you can obtain the power of Hell and the devil!

The power of the devil might be an extremely dangerous poison to mortals, something to be avoided at all costs, but for players—it's like a windfall! For power, they'd eat the toes of Frost Giant and the scalp of hags, so what's a pact with the devil? Moreover, Hell Knights, Pact Fighter, and those with devilish bat wings aren't scary at all to players; on the contrary, they're incredibly cool, hitting their sweet spot.

As a result, millions of players within the empire were overjoyed and rushed to Bator City in a frenzy, a veritable human catastrophe.

"Bator City, Hell Expansion Pack, here I come!"

The Black Night Poem, who was at the forefront, let out an excited cheer and looked towards the direction of Bator City, but his face froze. He was shocked to find that a long line had already formed at the gates of Bator City, stretching for miles.

"These bastards, did they all get here so fast?"

Black Night Poem stroked his chin, gritted his teeth, then put on the cloak and disappeared into the shadows.

On the towering city walls in the distance, Tiefling Guard, holding a megaphone, shouted, "Citizens, please line up and enter the city in an orderly manner! You must pass through the gate checkpoint—"

However, in the shadows surrounding the city walls, Black Night Poem sneered and muttered to himself, "Rules? I never care about those. Winning is the only thing that matters!"

These people are so stupid, still queuing up here. The truly smart people have already obtained the devil's contract!

Having said that, he merged his body into the shadows, using the Arcane Trickster's abilities to move through them, attempting to cross the checkpoint and enter the Bator City directly.

Just then, accompanied by the howling wind, a sharp, blood-red light descended from the sky.

"Whoosh—"

Black Night Poem revealed its true form in terror and tried to flee, but the speed of the blood-red light was too fast, leaving it nowhere to hide.

Blood shot into the sky, and the Black Night Poem was cleaved in two, leaving a pool of blood on the ground and a deep crack in the earth.

"How is that possible?"

Black Night Poem struggled slowly on the ground with his hands, dragging his upper body forward a little. He trembled as he uttered his last few words before passing away.

Finally, the players discovered the Black Night Poem, which had been cut in two, and immediately burst into gloating laughter.

"Isn't this a black beast?"

"What black beast? Now it should be called 'Lock Black' or 'Night 50/50'."

"Haha, last time he got his head blown off, this time he got chopped in two, it's really gratifying and delightful!"

The Tiefling Guard on the city wall were still holding up megaphones, continuing to shout, "In order to maintain order in Bator City, the Minister of Imperial Security, Duke Mezhuolash, has personally come to supervise."

Please abide by laws and regulations, otherwise you will bear the consequences.

"Look!"

The players all looked up and saw Tiefling in magnificent armor, wearing imperial medals, looking down at them from the top of the spire of the Bator City.

He held a blood-stained longsword, his dark eyes cold and ruthless—this was Mezhuolash, one of the three great dukes of the empire and the leader of the Tiefling.

"He's here too."

"Be careful, be careful."

"No wonder the black beast was chopped in two; it turned out to be that security captain from the newbie village."

The players immediately tensed up, putting aside their own thoughts and obediently lining up, after all, the Black Night Poem that had been cut in two was a cautionary tale.

Mezhuolash looked at the Starfallers crowding outside the city, placed his Bloodstained Greatsword behind his back, crossed his arms, and a rare smile appeared on his usually indifferent face.

"I didn't realize so much time had passed."

Tiefling sighed with emotion. Ten years ago, he had also used force to intimidate players in the same way. Back then, the Ember Nest was just an unknown monster faction in the the North.

Now, times have changed. The Embers of the Burned Empire has long since occupied its former the North, and the wings of the Red Dragon cover the entire Anzeta Great Wasteland, causing shock and fear throughout the entire Feanso Continent.

He never imagined that he would rise to such a high position, wielding power that affects the fate of millions of people, and even being able to control their nominal ancestors—demons from Hell.

All he ever wanted was to lead his people to survive.

Thinking of this, and glancing once more at the now cautious Starfallers, Mezhuolash turned around and walked down the stairs from the city tower.

He still has many things to handle personally.

Bator City, the Hell Exchange.

This is a towering building, constructed over several days by hundreds of demons bound by a contract, exuding an aura of purgatory.

Inside that spacious hall were murals depicting the scrolls of Avernus, lifelike stone sculptures of demons, and grotesque carvings of Petitioners.

Even the Tiefling, descendants of demons, rarely appreciate buildings with such a strong purgatory style, but players are incredibly interested in them, with queues almost stretching out of the city.

The Lucky Emperor, dressed in a robe symbolizing his status as a member of the Magic Coin, stood at the front of the line, his expression exceptionally excited.

"Wow, quite a few people have come. Well, according to insiders, this Nine Hells expansion pack released by the official team is both cool and powerful, and doesn't have many strict requirements."

Looking back at the endless queue behind him, the Lucky Emperor patted his chest with relief.

"Luckily, I'm a member of a large guild, so I have more channels to get information. The guild leader notified us early on."

However, when his president was mentioned, the Lucky Emperor couldn't help but scratch his head, his expression somewhat unnatural.

Just now, he posted the video of "[Charlotte transforms into a beautiful woman to seduce a nobleman]" on the Player Forum, and shortly afterward, Charlotte informed him of the news about the career expansion.

Wouldn't you call this repaying kindness with enmity?

"It was posted anonymously, so it shouldn't be a big problem," the Lucky Emperor thought.

With a nervous heart, he opened the panel and looked at the anonymous post he had made. He saw that there were already thousands of replies under it, and curious players had come to watch this rich guild leader have his fun.

A young girl's blush speaks louder than any sweet words, and the same goes for cross-dressing men.

[As expected, men understand men best. I declare Charlotte to be the most beautiful woman in Erezege, my 127th wife.]

I'm starting to doubt my sexual orientation. Is it possible that Charlotte is actually a woman, and this is just her way of revealing her true gender?

Holy crap, Charlotte looks amazing in women's clothes? I guess I'll have to add Magic Coin to her collection now.

I'm better now.

Hey buddy upstairs, what are you trying to do? I think you're just really hungry.

Anyone who can resist eating the Old Beijing Chicken Roll after seeing this picture is a genius!

Upon seeing this, the Lucky Emperor couldn't help but burst out laughing, feeling a sense of triumphant satisfaction. "Hahaha, these netizens are really funny—"

But soon, he was startled, his face stiffened, and his hand, which was turning the page, trembled slightly.

—Because he saw Charlotte herself, the president of the Magic Coin Club, reply to him.

[Lucky Emperor, you're asking for it!]

How is that possible?

I sent it anonymously, and there was only one copy of the video. How could Charlotte have found out it was me?

The Lucky Emperor felt a little panicked, but still clung to the last bit of hope and opened Charlotte's chat box, attempting a last-ditch effort.

[Lucky Emperor: President, you've misunderstood. I really didn't post that video. You can't slander an honest person!]

Charlotte: Heh [sneer]

[Lucky Emperor: Guild Leader, you know I, Lucky Emperor, have always acted with integrity and honesty. How could I resort to such despicable means? I suspect there's a mole planted by Royal Authority within our guild!]

[Charlotte: You beast, listen to that video you posted again!]

"No way!"

The Lucky Emperor's eyes widened as he reopened the video he had saved and listened carefully. At the end of the video, there was an uncontrollable laugh in the background.

Inside the Magic Coin, only he could make such a sound; his laughter was universally acknowledged as grotesque.

The Lucky Emperor immediately broke out in a sweat. His brain raced as he continued typing in the chat box.

[The Lucky Emperor: I'm innocent, President! Someone deliberately added my voice to the video!]

Charlotte: Hehe [smile]

[The Lucky Emperor: That traitor is utterly despicable! He actually tried to sow discord among us and undermine the unity within the Magic Coin!]

Charlotte: Let's talk about this properly when you get back [smile]

Seeing the eerie smiling emoji in the chat box, the Lucky Emperor felt a chill run down his spine, sensing that something terrible was about to happen.

However, he soon smelled the Gunsmoke smell of gunpowder. When Lucky Emperor looked up, he was shocked to find that he had already lined up at the entrance of the [Hell Exchange], with the gargoyle sculpture above him seemingly watching him greedily.

At the exit, some players had already grown devilish bat wings and horns. They held the still-warm Hell Contract, their faces filled with smugness.

To mortals, he has been corrupted by Hell, becoming as hideous as a demon; but to the players—

"Damn, that's handsome!"

The Lucky Emperor couldn't help but swallow hard, gazing longingly at those lucky individuals who had made pacts with the devil.

He clenched his fist, his mind making up his mind. "Never mind all that, the most important thing now is to secure this expansion job!"